Oran was sitting on the bottom bunk staring at the bottom of the top, meandering throughout his thoughts. He heard Artik's voice mumble something about being bored. Oran then stood up and said, "We should rob a bank."

Oran looked at the glock with curiosity and handed it back to Artik. He reached under the bed and grasped his crossbow. He pressed a switch behind under Artik's pillow only to watch the case slowly pull out from the roof. There was seperate little boxes with different labels on them, each had an Arrow tip on each box. Oran grabbed 5 from the ones marked 'Poison,' 10 marked 'Explosive,' and an extra 15 marked 'Normal, but Sharp,' for just in case. Oran then twisted the knob on Artik's pillow and the case went back up into the roof. Oran saw Makoto walk into the room with a questionable shovel. His clothes were covered with dirt and blood. "Watch you step, you might track dirt on the carpet!" Oran exclaimed.

Artik, suffering severe foot-jaw, fell into the hole head first (Giggity). "Wheeeeeeee." Artik landed in a solid white limousine. "Nice getaway car. He noted the alcohol and cigar bars. "For later," he said aloud to himself.

Oran was already sitting in the driver's seat. "You guys took too long." Oran then searched through his hair and found his car keys, he jammed that thing into the slit (giggity) and turned it (Giggity x2) to the ignition and heard the engine begin to rev. "Where are headed, again?"